"Ah, how could that be possible? I just think being a boy is better. Besides, if I were a boy, I wouldn't be interested in you."
"???" Tang Siwen looked at Zhou Fu in astonishment and said weakly, "It's becoming more and more incomprehensible."
"Well, let's skip this topic!" Zhou Fu hurriedly made a smile and shifted the subject, "Continuing from our conversation on the couch earlier, what kind of boy do you like? Or is there a specific someone?"
"The boy I like..."
Tang Siwen paused for a moment, looked into Zhou Fu's eyes, and asked, "Who do you think I would like?"
"…" This question stumped Zhou Fu.
After a long pause, she couldn't come up with an answer.
But in her heart, she had some guesses.
The boy Tang Siwen liked might be someone she saw as her own son.
And the reason was intuition.
But she dared not speak carelessly about it.
In case it really was the case, that would be awkward.